Showing posts with label Writing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Writing. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Monday, October 22, 2012

Elizabeth's Story



Me and Dad

On Saturday me and my Dad went to this Swap Meet that was like a maze.  There were lots of twists and turns in the middle of no where.  The swap meet was for old rusty tools and car parts. There were also food trucks and they smelt yummy. I mostly bribed Dad to get me some food and that was surprising. My favorite bit there was being alone.  Just us, is what made me happy. Even though we were there for four hours it was the best four hours of my life.

By Elizabeth

Sunday, September 2, 2012

Monday, May 21, 2012

Maisie's writing

Maisie has been recrafting her writing.

Thursday, May 10, 2012

Please read our writing and add a comment.







We are learning to recraft our writing by adding similes, full stops, upper case letters and adjectives.  This makes our writing interesting.

Thursday, March 29, 2012

Chocolate fun Easter

  
This morning at chocolate fun Easter I had my cornflakes with some yogurt.  While I ate my breakfast I was patting my dog. Suddenly I turned into a glorious Easter egg.

At that fun loving moment my mum came in my mum was stoked. I looked like a cute sweet little tiny Easter egg.  My mum picked me up and cried “Are you OK?” I cried “Yep”. After she put me in the fridge she cried again “Bye Bye.”

Later the next day my Mum got me out of the fridge. I cried “I’m melting.”  Meanwhile at the door was my sister.  Mum quickly put me back in the fridge.  When my sister came in she looked in the fridge.  She found me. She said “Can I have the Easter egg in the fridge?”  Mum said “Yes.”. Gobble, gobble. Mum said “Wait don’t.”  “Sorry I ate it?”   She said “Noooo.” 

Then my Mum woke me up and it was all a dream.  Mum cried “Wake up.”  Suddenly I opened my eyes.  I said “I had the weirdest dream.”  Mum said “Come, have some breakfast.”  I said “OK.”

By Elizabeth

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Writing

We are learning to write recounts.

The jungle was cold. It had lots of trees. It was wet. The jungle was dim.

Five years ago I woke up really late. I went into the jungle. I was feeling cheerful.  I looked towards the bushes.

A monkey jumped out of the bushes. It started to rain.  It rained harder and harder.  I went into a puddle. I saw a lion go past me.

The rain stopped.  I fell through the sky.  I got home.  It was four o’clock in the morning.  I got into my bedroom and my blankets were on the floor.

By Taylor